Yanzi shouted, "Attack! We can't let him kill his way over first!" Then, in an instant, she thrust her sword fiercely forward. This strike seemed to gather all the bleak ferocity in her body, piercing through the Time River and tearing through the heavens—a truly powerful assassination technique.
What she excelled at was not head-on combat, but the path of an assassin.
So she had to seize the initiative.
"Trifling tricks!"
Ye Xiwen sneered and simply stretched out one hand to meet that sword.
Clang! The sword light struck directly against Ye Xiwen's palm, yet it could not break through his defense.
"Hmph!" With a surge of force from Ye Xiwen, the sword light rushing toward him shattered inch by inch. A terrifying power followed that streak of sword light and swept directly toward Yanzi.
"Impossible! My assassination technique has long since reached the pinnacle of perfection, refined to the point of pure mastery. Even a mythological expert could die by my hand if they were careless. How could he catch it with one hand? This physical body is even stronger than that of an ordinary mythological expert!" Horror could not be concealed in Yanzi's eyes, but before she could think further, that towering, terrifying force slammed into her body.
Pfft!
She spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward like a cannonball.
Her body tumbled endlessly through the air. Forcing down her injuries, she flipped several times, like a dragonfly skimming the water, before barely managing to dissipate that terrifying force.
The way Yanzi looked at Ye Xiwen was no longer as though she were looking at a person, but at a monster—a terrifying monster.
Someone who could catch her sword light barehanded? Let alone seeing such a person, she had never even heard of one.
The sword